this:

Rhamda Avec is with us and in our city. His description and drawn
likeness have been published many times. There are those who aver
that they have seen him in reality of the flesh walking through
the crowds of Market Street.

He is easily distinguished, tall and distinctive, refined to a
high degree, and with the poise and alertness of a gentleman of
reliance and character. Women look twice and wonder; he is neither
old nor young; when he smiles it is like youth breaking in
laughter. And with him often is his beautiful companion.

Men vouch for her beauty and swear that it is of the kind that
drives to distraction. She is fire and flesh and carnal--she is
more than beauty. There is allurement about her body; sylph-like,
sinuous; the olive tint of her complexion, the wonderful glory of
her hair and the glowing night-black of her eyes. Men pause; she
is of the superlative kind that robs the reason, a supreme glory
of passion and life and beauty, at whose feet fools and wise men
would slavishly frolic and folly. She seldom speaks, but those who
have heard her say that it is like rippling water, of gentleness
and softness and of the mellow flow that comes from love and
passion and from beauty.

Of course there is nothing out of the ordinary in their walking
down the streets. Anybody might do that. The wonder comes in the
manner in which they elude the police. They come and go in the
broad, bright daylight. Hundreds have seen them. They make no
effort at concealment, nor disguise. And yet no phantoms were ever